According to my mailing lists and books and magazines and online trollings... my "little bean" is now the size of a spaghetti squash. This explains why it can kick me at the top and bottom of my uterus simultaneously. At midnight. *whine.* In all seriousness though, I love that I'm being kicked. I've been waiting impatiently for this since the stick turned blue and at no time have I ever referred to this baby (or my last one) as a "little bean." I also don't like calling my belly a "bump." I'm not that cutesy. The baby is now kicking hard enough that if you press firmly and know what you're looking for, you can feel it from the outside. Since Matthew seems to need to lie with his head on my belly, I'm looking forward to the day he gets hoofed in the ear. The kid is practically impervious to pain so I imagine he'll find the whole experience fascinating and he'll probably tell everyone he meets all about it.
But what, you're asking, have I been up to this week?
Again, not much. It'll get more interesting when I start doing regular non-stress tests (my OB is a big fan of those - especially with the diabetes). I appreciate their worth, but they're just soooooo boring, aren't they? Still my blood glucose levels have been fluctuating quite a bit, so I'm happy to go along with anything that keeps a watch on my baby's development. Last time around I couldn't get my sugars down to the level they liked. This time I'm significantly better at keeping them down and then being too aggressive and sending them even further down. I keep getting lows after meals - but not after all meals. I've started keeping a food journal for the clinic so we can have a better look at what's going on. Maybe the dietitian and I can figure it out.
The vomiting hasn't been too bad this week - I learned I have to drink my glorious liquid meal replacements V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y to keep them down. This is difficult as often in the mornings I am thirsty and hungry so I'd really rather gulp the thing back and get on with my morning. But my situation dictates I must behave otherwise. Ah well. I imagine I'll live.
In terms of the nursery, we've finally narrowed down which store Matthew's new dresser will come from... and I imagine sometime in September we'll go get it. No need to rush on that yet. Let's get through the summer first. I must admit, the heat hasn't been too horrendous yet. In fact, it's downright chilly out there tonight. This is a pleasant change from last week's temperatures that were just nasty for the average North American pregnant woman.
One of these days my mother and I will get around to rearranging the furniture in the master bedroom so we can fit the office stuff (desk, file cabinet) in without it looking like we're sleeping in the office. I really love rearranging furniture - all the fun of moving without having to change your mailing address!
So that's about it for this week. Next week will see us traveling to the Ottawa region (a good 5 hour drive from home) to celebrate an Aunt's birthday and to maybe visit some friends.